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The  Southern  me 
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The  Southern  Men 

By  a  Southern  Lady, 


You  can  never  win  them  back — 

ver — never  ! 
Though  they  perish  on  the  track 

Of  your  endeavour — ■ 
Though  their  -v?  the  earth 

That  smiled  upon  their  birth, 
And  blood  pollutes  each  hearth - 

St  one  for< 

They  have  risen,  to  a  man, 

Stern  and  fear' 
Of  your  curses  and  your  ban 

They  are  eareli 
Every  hand  is  on  its  knife, 
Every  gtn  is  primed  for  strife, 
Every  palm  contains  a  life 

High  and  pen 

You  have  do  such  blood  as  theirs 

For  the  shedding, 
In  the  veins  of  cav:i 

Was  its  heading, 
You  have  no  such  stately  men 
In  your  Abolition  den — 
To  march  thro'  foe  and  fen, 

Nothing  dreading. 

They  may  fall  before  the  fire 

Of  your  legions, 
Paid  in  gold  for  murder'd  hire, 

(Bought  allegiance  !) 
But,  for  every  drop  you   sfa 
You  shall  have  a  mound  of  dead  ! 
And  the  vultures  shall  be  fed 

In  our  regions. 

But  the  battle  to  the  strong 

Is  not  given, 
When  the  Judge  of  right  and  wrong 

Sits  in  heaven  ! 
And  the  God  of  David  still 
Guides  the  pebbles  with  his  will — 
There  are  giauts  yet  to  kill — 

Wrongs  unshriven  ! 


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